My Dad was unhooked from the chemo Christmas tree (or the IV stand) today. I walked in and nothing was beeping, the heart monitor was off, and I thought - ahhh, silence. But, he is running a fever and they still have him hooked up to the oxygen.
The latest counts were that his WBCs were at .2 and his Blasts were at 19%, down from 30% yesterday. We want 0% remember! He will be getting more platlets and blood tonight to keep his red blood cells sustained and hemaglobin etc.
The excitement tonight was that he was promoted back up to the sixth floor. He had come down to the Leukemia/Bone Marrow Transplant Unit last Saturday because his heart went "a-fib", but tonight, someone sicker than he needed his space. He got moved because he was the healthiest on the floor (which doesn't say much - but we'll take it!). His new room is much larger and the view is better from the window. The chairs seem better too - I am reading as I'm typing and can't believe I'm saying this stuff! Anyways, he got resettled and was going to sleep.
The first thing he said when they were moving him was "I better get to keep my bed". That was because it took a week to get an extender put on it and he can finally stretch out. He wasn't going to leave without it!
The only bummer was the old room had a hook hanging from the ceiling and my Mom had strung some Mardi Gras beads on it - the new room didn't have the hook, so no hanging beads right now. When I walked in the old room, I said, "what did you have to do to get those beads?" and he said, "NO, not me. It's what you have to do to get those beads!" I'm sure he used that on all the nurses today! : )
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